P&AF: "Look, there's an owl."
M: "No, that must be fake."
P&AF: "No, it just moved; it's real."
M: (still not believing) "Maybe it's mechanical or something, to keep the pigeons away."
Pause.
M: "Are you sure it's not a cat?"
P&AF: "It's not a cat. It's an owl."
The owl does a weird little owl head bob and blinks at us.
M: "No, I guess you're right, it's really an owl."
(I've since discovered that my eyesight is really not so good. I'm going to the eye doctor any day now.)
The following Monday after the first owl spotting, I came downstairs to find a pigeon head waiting for me. I thought it might be a gift for our cat. I informed B, who told me that it was probably more like a threat...hmmm...
Our pigeon population is definitely dwindling anyway. I haven't seen the owl lately, but sometimes I heard him hooting.
2 comments:
Very cool. I like your owl. If he runs out of pigeons, tell him he's welcome in our neighborhood - and our previous neighborhood (TONS of pigeons live there and need to be eaten by an owl - as we're not allowed to poison them or shoot them in the city). I've never seen a real owl in Las Vegas before (just the fake ones to scare the pigeons away)... I wonder how many of them are here? Does this kind of owl also eat cats? I know some kinds do. Good thing Henri lives indoors. :)
I think Henri is too fat to be eaten by an owl... hoot hoot.
I made myself laugh. :)
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